The tree tops bathed in bright sunshine and a clear blue sky overhead this campervan morning. There is an early chill in the air, but a feeling that that will soon be burnt away. No breeze, the branches hang motionless. A couple of crows in the highest branches of the oak, soaking up the morning heat, a Robin can be heard, but not seen and a solitary magpie sits atop a chimney momentarily before darting away. The rumble of the motorway and the sound of a commuter train pulling out of the nearby station in the background. Reflecting on yesterdays drumming and this mornings suburban sights and sounds. A hustle and busyness already filling the air, which I will be part of soon enough. I have been busy of late to the detriment of a number of things and people. To the point that I have had to seriously look at things around me and assess my busyness. I have realised that some of it is once again busyness for the sake of being busy. It’s not actually being busy it’s distraction. I have been wondering why I am distracting myself and what that is about, starting to peel back some of the layers of doing and asking a genuine question :
“ If it’s not helping me develop, evolve or be a better person then it’s got to go.”
I love the work of Bertrand Russell, though I have not really read enough, but in my peeling back the layers I think his comment :
“ In all affairs it's a healthy thing now and then to hang a question mark on the things you have long taken for granted.”
Will stand me in good stead.
And then there are the positive distractions as Michael Bassey Johnson writes :
“ In nature, every distraction is an inspiration.”
And my morning ritual brings me that inspiration. So I need to have a bit of a clear out, a declutter, ask a few questions, hang a few question marks and find a bit more purpose. My only hope is that this doesn’t turn into another distraction. Lovely days people.
“ The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn.” Bertrand Russell.
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